Meeeehiccuppoowww! Perhaps this was my manperson's idea of humor, but the beverage he graciously offered me a sip of turned out to be the most vulgar-tasting spirit ever to rest on my well-trained taste buds. He calls it "vodka". I call it "Ripple in a vodka bottle". I should have known he was a fan of the unrefined brands of adult beverage. And to think I used to keep my good liquors locked in a cabinet for fear he might attempt a sip .... I see there is no need to do so now. Obviously, after years of dining upon the gruel he calls "food" his taste buds are ruined beyond repair. Hang with me and discover what it's like to be an ALL MALE cat-about-town forced to share my abode with a manperson and ladyperson who are the epitome` of bourgeoisie.
You call that 'Vodka'??
Meeeehiccuppoowww! Perhaps this was my manperson's idea of humor, but the beverage he graciously offered me a sip of turned out to be the most vulgar-tasting spirit ever to rest on my well-trained taste buds. He calls it "vodka". I call it "Ripple in a vodka bottle". I should have known he was a fan of the unrefined brands of adult beverage. And to think I used to keep my good liquors locked in a cabinet for fear he might attempt a sip .... I see there is no need to do so now. Obviously, after years of dining upon the gruel he calls "food" his taste buds are ruined beyond repair. Whew! Being a Cat can be Very Exhausting!
Meeeewhew!ooowww ... It is safe to say that you can not truly appreciate or begin to understand all of the work that goes into being a cat. Please indulge me while I detail for you just a few of my many workday duties:* I must visit every pillow in the house at least twice to test its fluffiness.
* I'm obligated to remove any tasty remnants from dishes that might have been left in the sink from the night before.
* For security measures, I must spend at least 3 hours perched on the sunniest windowsill of the house to thwart off any potential break-ins from neighborhood birds.
* In must make certain I am visable through windows on the front side of the house to remind neighborhood dogs that they are outside in the cold and I am inside where it is warm.
* I meticulously bathe from eartip to the end of my tail: I'll start on my ladyperson's side of the bed, eventually migrating to the sofa. And I ALWAYS finish my bath in the manperson's Lazy-Boy recliner.
* I must empty my chowchow bowl and practice my weakest and most pitiful cry so I am ready to admonish my ladyperson the instant she walks in the door at 5:00.
So?! You think you could do it? I think not!!
Happy Halloween, Kiddo's!
Meeeyummoowwww! Calm down .... I'm just visiting with the fishy my ladyperson calls "Catfood". He got his name because every time I visit the fishtank (just to say 'Hey' of course), Catfood rushes up to say 'Hey' back at me. My ladyperson thinks I'm planning to eat that fish but has she not noticed how small and slimy he is? Does she really think I'd ever entertain the thought of eating this commoner of a fish? Even if he were prepared with a crabmeat stuffing and sauteed in a lemon & garlic butter sauce, I simply would not consider dining upon him.Could this be Love??
Just look at her! Is it any wonder I am smitten??
Cat on a Mission!
MeeeTheBirdsHaveGotToGooowww! Spring is in the air! Warm breezes, fragrant blossoms, interesting insect sounds, and: the annoying, incessant chirping of birds that starts earlier and earlier each morn. To make matters worse, my ladyperson insists on sleeping with a window slightly open. It never fails: when I have sufficiently nudged my ladyperson and manperson to the edges of the bed so I can comfortably recline in the middle section and I am just getting settled into my deepest of sleep, the chirping begins. And don't humor me by calling it 'singing': I've not heard such racket in any symphony hall I've visited!
So, I have decided to hunt the little critters down and one-by-one, 'encourage' them to vacate my property. While I am not one to dine on simple neighborhood fowl, I have more than one feline acquaintance lacking the selective palate I enjoy.
So chirp on, birdies! But don't say you weren't warned...
Green Beer ... Never Again!!!
Can We Talk?
Never Underestimate the Fortitude of a Cat!

67% of Pet Owners Claim to Understand Pet Woofs & Meows ... ??
Meeethisistoofunnyooww! I was catching up on my reading when this amusing little news story caught my eye: "67 Percent of Owners Claim to Understand Pet Woofs & Meows". I laughed so hard I nearly spilled my cinnamon caffe latte!! Once again, the persons of the world are desperate to believe that maybe - just maybe - they can communicate with the felines among them. While there is no question that they can communicate with dogs (how difficult could it be to comprehend dog-speak when "Woof!" can only mean, "I'm hungry" or "I want to go outside"?), cat-speak is at an entirely different level of communication. The Enemy has Arrived!!


Say It Isn't So!
Meeeoowwchh!! Generally, I tune out any bits of conversation between my ladyperson and manperson because quite frankly, they rarely have anything to say that: #1) I find interesting or #2) I don't already know. Until this evening, that is ... Today's Complaint: The Ceiling Fans are Drying out my Contact Lenses!
MeeeeI'veHadEnoughooooww! Just because it's summer and the temperature outside is a sweltering 98 degrees, MUST every room in my home be victimized by a ceiling fan whirling at top speed? I've already lodged a complaint about my ladyperson not keeping the indoor climate of my home at a temperature appropriate for a luxuriously fur-coated specimen such as myself. I suppose in her quest to appease me, she assumed helicopter-speed ceiling fans would make all the difference. Guess what? She's wrong!!You CAN Teach an Old Ladyperson New Tricks!
Meeeyummyoowww! I can't believe it, but I may - I said may - have finally trained my ladyperson one more lesson in how to properly tend to a cat. Granted, we are moving in babysteps, but this is big.I'm Minty Fresh and Ready for Action!
A Warning for All of My Cat Buddies:
Meeeooooow, all! The video above is very disturbing. It confirms the dangers of humans with too much disk space on their digital cameras and (obviously!) not enough hobbies. Ugh. Watch at your own risk!
Don't You Just Love Concrete in Springtime?

Meee-I Love Spring!-oowww! Aaaah, finally, the concrete on my patio is warm enough to savor. I've been watching it all winter, just waiting for the day I could warm my luxurious coat on sun-toasted concrete. Now this is living! If I can just keep pesky birds off of my patio, everything will be just fine. Yes, life is good. It is very good. 



